Viper's Kiss (Back Down Devil MC #8)(37)

It felt good, yeah, but not great.

She went right back at him, sucking him again. Moving faster, sloppier, her mouth endless and tight. She knew what she was doing. That was for damn sure. She knew how to coax a dick into losing it, but it just wasn’t happening for Blaine.

He gritted his teeth harder, thrusted at the woman’s mouth harder. He watched his thick cock, glistening from her spit, sliding in and out of her mouth. Over and over. Her tits bouncing in her skimpy top.

Blaine reached down and grabbed at the woman’s shirt, lifting it up. Her tits hung free, bouncing like crazy. He cupped her left breast. It was f*cking huge, her nipple thick and hard. He squeezed hard, pulling at her, f*cking her mouth harder.

He could feel it… right there… but it wouldn’t let go.

Because it’s not what he wanted.

The woman pulled off his cock, her lips wet and pouty. She caught her breath again. Her hand stroked him fast. She threw her hair back and put her other hand under her tits and pressed them together rubbing them against Blaine’s dick.

“Yeah,” he said. “Come on. Yeah.”

“I’m ready for you,” she said. “I’m so hungry.”

“Shut up and suck.”

She went down on Blaine again.

He heard a noise and looked to the door.

The doorknob slowly turned and opened.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Jessa…”





eighteen.



Jessa finished her water and looked over her shoulder. The door to the room was slightly open. The meeting - or whatever it was - was over. She stood up and looked around the bar. The other guys were in the clubhouse. A couple standing at a pool table with a map on it, pointing to different things. Other guys were drinking. Flirting with women.

No sign of Blaine though.

“You need anything?”

Jessa turned and saw the guy that Blaine had given a gun to.

“Uh, yeah. Where’s Blaine’s room? My stomach isn’t feeling well.”

Jessa had an idea of where Blaine was.

Would he really be that much of an * to f*ck another woman while she was there? Then again, why not? It wasn’t like he and Jessa were dating or something. He was trying to keep her alive. What he didn’t know was that he wasn’t just keeping her alive, but he was also keeping his unborn child alive.

“Uh… I’m not so sure…”

Jessa stared at the young man. His leather cut was all black. He didn’t have the patches like the other guys did. So that meant he wasn’t a real member. Probably someone trying to earn his way in.

Then she noticed the gun just sitting on the bar.

This guy was really stupid.

“Just tell me,” she said. “I need to know.”

The switch started to flip in Jessa’s mind. She felt herself getting not only angry but suddenly protective. Like this demand in the back of her mind to find Blaine. Then find out what he’s doing. Who he was doing. Who was it? Was she taller? Skinnier? Did she have bigger boobs? Jessa knew she hadn’t been blessed in that area, but she wasn’t going to get implants. No. How she looked was how she looked. Deal with it.

Her hormones raged and the guy behind the bar just stared at her.

“You know I can’t,” he said.

“Then I’m not sorry,” Jessa said.

She grabbed for the gun. She had never touched a gun in her life. All she could go by was instinct and stuff she saw in movies. She pointed the gun at the guy but didn’t put her finger near the trigger.

“Holy shit,” the guy said.

“Now tell me.”

“Look at this,” someone said.

From the corner of her eye, Jessa saw two of the guys from the room. One of them was named Gaige. The other guy was tall, with a beard.

He said, “Should we get involved?”

“No,” Gaige said. “Let this play out.”

“Tell me where his room is,” Jessa said. “Or I will kill you.”

Jessa had never said that to anyone before in her life. This was what getting pregnant by a biker would do to a person though.

The guy pointed and gave the directions.

“Can I have the gun back?” the guy asked. “If Blaine finds out you took it, he’ll kill me. For real.”

Jessa put the gun on the bar and made a line for the hallway.

Jealousy flared with anger as she hurried toward the room. She knew what she was going to find yet she had to see it for herself. It was so ridiculous though. It didn’t matter. Blaine was a free man. He could be a badass outlaw and f*ck any whore that would take it.

I want to be… that whore…

Jessa shook the thought away. She touched her stomach. This was about the baby. The baby Blaine didn’t know about. This was about surviving Vin and having a baby. With Blaine.

She rushed down another hallway, remembering the guy’s directions but also remembering when Blaine took her to his room the first time she had been in the clubhouse. That’s when he had kicked two almost naked women out of his room.

She got to the door and hesitated.

Slowly, she turned the knob.

As she opened the door, she pictured herself giving birth. She then saw Blaine with one of the nurses, the woman bent over, skirt up. Blaine f*cking the nurse while Jessa was pushing his baby out of her body.